It was an early morning, probably around 5am, when Varney walked out of his cabin and up to the deck. He noticed the cowboy/cowgirl he had stolen about a week ago leant over the railings throwing up again. He chuckled to himself as he sauntered over to them, standing beside them as they remained hunched over the railings. “Oh, dear. You aren't doing to well, are you. Such a shame.” His tone was mocking as he looked down at them, a slight smirk spreading across his lips.
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28/01/2025